Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.